“Understood.” His eyes sparkled in delight.
He thought he’d won. “You swear?” I asked.
“I swear.”
Nodding, I continued, “Good. And two, no more funny business or tricks. From now on, everything is out in the open between us. Got it?”
A sheepish expression came over him. “Yeah, always the truth. But you have to agree not to hold the past against me. Will you?”
“I won’t.”
Some wouldn’t understand our relationship. They might think it was based on sex. And it had started that way. Hell, it didn’t take long before his fingers were probing my slippery channel and his tongue was thrumming against my clit. My juices flowed for him and I cried out my first orgasm just in time for him to thrust his thick, long cock inside me.
I didn’t care what anyone thought as long as we were together.
But then he stopped. “This won’t hurt the baby, will it?”
Damn if he wasn’t the cutest thing ever. “No, and don’t stop to ask me that again.”
He started pumping into me again but stopped. I wasn’t disappointed though because he did a quick flip and soon I felt the palm of his hand slapping my ass right before he spread my cheeks and probed that hole too.
“Yessss, more, Ryan.” I loved the way this man fucked me. He was sinful and naughty.
“You want more? In your ass or pussy?”
“Both.”
He rocked his hips against me, hard and fast, as his fingers found their way deep inside me at the same time.
“Rub your clit, Chloe. I’m gonna come and I want you to do the same.”
“Oh, yeah.” I reached between my legs to find my nub and it didn’t take but a few circles of that tiny button before I was clamping down on his cock.
“Jesus, that’s right!” he yelled. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” His warmth coated me inside, and when he pulled out, I felt him smear it around. “God, is your pussy ever gorgeous covered in my cum.”
“I want more.”
He buried his face between my legs and his tongue plunged deep inside, over and over until I was completely aroused again. How did he do this to me? I’d just had two orgasms and I was going to come again.
“Ahhh, yes. That’s soooo good, just like that.”
He blew on me, and his tongue drilled my clit hard. I came with a scream as his fingers pumped in and out of my ass.
“Stay like that, ass high,” he said. I felt the head of his penis pushing in. “Ahh, that’s perfect. You’re stretched from my fingers.” He pumped all the way in until his balls slapped my ass. “Are you good?”
“Yeah.”
He backed all the way out then moved back in. In and out, in and out, until I couldn’t breathe. One hand reached around and squeezed my nipple until it nearly went numb.
“Shit, this is amazing.”
He kept this up until I was dizzy with need. My fingers clenched the sheets, and I wanted to come again.
“Ryan,” I whimpered.
“I know, baby.” Then he let my nipple go and I really did scream. He pulled out and flipped me on my back. He pushed back inside me and as he thrust in and out, he flicked my clit using his thumb and forefinger. The first flick had me popping off the bed.
“Stay still.”
I tried, I really did. But it was difficult. With each flick it became more difficult because I was so close to exploding. He was finally getting ready to come when he said, “You ready?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
He pushed all the way in and stayed there. I felt his dick throbbing deep inside of me, and I thought he was going to forget about me, but no. I was wrong. Suddenly he started flicking me, nonstop, until I climaxed. I tried to make him stop but he grabbed both hands in one of his and kept doing it. I was writhing underneath him, begging him to stop, only he didn’t. One orgasm melted into the next and the next, and soon I was nearly unconscious from them. My clit was numb when he finally stopped.
I didn’t realize he was cleaning me up until he pressed soft kisses to my lips and neck. “One day, I’m going to strap you to a chair and bind a wand against your clit for hours.”
“What?”
“You heard me. We’ll see how many times you can come in an afternoon.”
He had to be joking, right? But one look at his face told me he was dead serious.
“Maybe I’ll do that to you on our honeymoon.”
“Will that be before the baby or after?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Definitely before. I’m not going to wait that long before you’re legally my wife.”
“Don’t I have a say in this?”
“Absolutely. But I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”
As it turned out, we happened to agree on everything. Neither of us wanted to be apart. Marriage was the perfect solution for us both. Since we loved each other, what else did we need… besides a wedding, of course?